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Reluctantly, but slowly Leah's hand slid down her body, her legs involuntarily spreading wider as she bent them at the knees.
My breath hitched as her fingers lightly skimmed over her jittering stomach before disappearing under the elastic of her panties.
Her hand moved in slow circular motions, her back curving into a subtly arch as she released the faintest sound of arousal.
Troy licked his lips and hummed. “Seems like you are hiding all the fun. Let me see that pretty virgin pus*sy.”
Despite the touch of shyness still lingering, she didn't wait to be told twice.
“That’s better." He contended as she discarded the fabric beside the bed. "You can continue now."
She spread her legs again, her slick pus*sy opened and angled towards the camera.
Damn, she was wet.
I fisted my hands, clamoring for composure at the sight of her glistening pus*sy.
Troy smiled, his eyes glued to her wet center. "Fu*k, you're all over beautiful."
"Thank you." She whispered almost reverently, her eyes drifting shut the instant her fingers returned to finish what they started.
Troy could sense that she was retreating into herself– hiding away, slightly embarrassed. He knelt up on the bed and fitted himself between her legs before resting back on his haunches.
Her eyes flew open, widening with surprise at the new proximity.
"I want you to stay with me, stay in the moment. I want to see you coming." His voice was low, strained almost, as he fisted his c*ck.
"I- I don't.... I don't know if I can in front–"
Troy dipped his head, his lips latching on to her nip*ple, cutting her mid-protest.
She gasped, her head tilting back at the unexpected burst of pleasure as her fingers revised their rhythm.
He moved across her heaving chest, kissing a pathway to her other nip*ple, causing her to writhe and moan beneath him.
Glancing down at the tiny space between them, I watched as her fingers moved faster over her cl*t, the erotic sight causing me to grip the mouse tighter than necessary to zoom in just a little more.
She was finally getting out of her own head, losing herself to the impending orgasmic bliss that awaited her. Her desperate cries said that she was close and I found myself at the edge of my seat, the frabic of my grey uniform becoming too tight. The need to unzip was overwhelming but I dared not lose myself in the moment, despite how alluring or tempting.
Troy's body shifted slightly, giving me a better view of her face, her neck strained, her chin pointed towards the ceiling and her eyes once again closed, but this time it was different, this time it was clear, she was lost only to the touch of her hand, living very much in the moment, embracing the heat that burned from within her and escaped through her pours.
She was one hundred percent present, sweat coating her skin, giving it a sheen that made her look like polished gold. Desirable.
Her skin looked so soft, so smooth and it must have felt that way too because Troy could not seem to sever his lips from her body.
And with each passing second her moans grew louder, more frantic as shudder after shudder rattled her body.
His hand caressed her outer thigh, his muffled groans of pleasure absorbed by her body.
"Troy...." She moaned his name.
And for the briefest second, his body went ridged. He truly felt that one, like music to a musician's ear.
"You taste so fu*king sweet." He murmured, moving closer to the crooks of her neck, his hand making feathery strokes up and down her side.
I was beginning to wonder if his compliments were meant to boost her confidence or if he was losing himself in his character.
"I– I think I'm going come." Her fingers now rubbed at a feverish pace, her head thrashing from left to right as a string of incoherent sentences left her lips.
"You're close." Troy whispered, his voice barely audible even to the hypersensitive microphone embedded in the camera. I raised the volume. "The pressure is building, making you wetter, pushing you closer."
"Yesss." It was a breathy whimper that caused my di*k to twitch.
"Then surrender to it, Leah. c*m for me."
With a loud cry, and what looked to be an earthquake rippling through her body, her toes curled and her back rose off the bed. Euphoria seemed to flood every crease in her muscles as she came undone.
Jez, I had to admit, this was frickin hot.
It took a few seconds well for her to descend from the high. Then her brown doe eyes finally fluttered open to meet Troy's.
"Wow, that was just... wow," Troy seemed awestruck, lost for words, though I wasn't sure if it was just simply all part of the act. If it was, he was certainly taking his job seriously and I was fully invested. "How was it?”
Leah smiled, her cheeks poking at her eyes. However, she seemed more relaxed “It was amazing.”
“And I haven’t even touched you yet,” Troy teased. “Would you like me to?”
Leah slowly nodded, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, a bit of nerves mingled with seduction. “Yes, please.”
Troy looked over Leah’s voluminous frame; his hungry eyes ready to devour her at this very moment, yet he remained mindful, tactful, very demure. “Can I put my mouth on your p***y?”
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